Finding joy in Narnia

I’m trying…really. It seems more of a struggle than usual during these cold winter days but God sends blessings just when I feel that I can’t bear it any longer.

A friend who thought of me while browsing the magazine section of the local grocery store….

our inter-racial marriage support group (aka: foodie support group for those of us that take food far to seriously). It is my one pure joy in this place I can’t quite call my home yet and I know that there I will find good friends, great food, lots of laughter and on Indian night a warm cup of chai. Heaven.

(I love this picture because you can see just how out of place Jakob looks with his blond hair, blue eyes and not one ounce of asian in him.)

A reprieve from the heaviness that has been weighing down my heart: despite the snow on Friday, I started to feel a little bit like myself again. I am not sure what caused the changed but suddenly I felt like perhaps, just maybe, I might be able to make it through these trying times filled with doubt and uncertainty.

And an unexpected visit this morning complete with fresh crepes delivered to my door to share among family. I felt an unfamiliar joy as we talked about life and what the future holds….and watched Ella enjoy her very first Nutella Crepe.

Life is crazy. And I feel like just when I start to figure it all out, a thread comes loose and I come unraveled.

I need a reset button.

There is so much going on in my head but I have no idea where to start. So much inspires me and yet I am at a loss as to what to do…if I should do anything.

So until I know…..I will wait…